Page 87 of Stubborn Heart

I took one look at what was beneath his underwear and felt the corners of my mouth tip up in a smile. He was a blessed man, and I was a lucky woman.

“Wow,” I marveled.

“Tell me about it,” he said. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to ever think about anything other than the way you look naked from now until the day I die.”

I loved that he had such an appreciation for my body and the way I looked. Sure, I ran five days a week, but I also ate ice cream regularly. My body was far from perfect, but Wyatt made it seem as though there was no need for improvement.

“Maybe, if you’re willing to stop looking at me long enough, you could think about what my body feels like, too,” I suggested.

Heat blazed in his eyes, and as quickly as he could manage it, Wyatt pulled out a condom and rolled it on.

If I thought he was going to climb on top of me and drive right in—something I couldn’t say would have upset me—I would have been wrong.

Wyatt returned to the couch, brought his body over mine, but he slipped his hand down my body and between my legs. The second he touched me, my hips jerked up in response.

He used his other hand to grasp one of my breasts and closed his mouth over my nipple. Sucking and teasing me there, he continued to play between my legs, rubbing and circling my clit.

I was a mess.

Panting and writhing, I was gripping his shoulders firmly and seeking that release that was rapidly building.

“Wyatt,” I breathed.

The second he heard that word, I lost his hand. Barely a moment later, he had positioned himself and thrust inside.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

“Fuck, Rhea. You feel so good,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck and remaining rooted to the spot.

He gave himself a few beats to rein in all that he was feeling, and I used that time to adjust to his size while stroking my fingertips along the skin of his back.

Some time passed, and Wyatt began to move.

That’s when it all changed.

Wyatt was exceptionally skilled with his movements. Everything was perfect—how he filled me, the way he moved, the sound of his groans, and the touch of lips against my skin.

There wasn’t anything I didn’t like.

And the more he moved, the more it built, the more I realized I had suppressed what I liked about this man for far too long.

Why had I held back?

Why hadn’t I given this to myself, to both of us, sooner?

Maybe I was fearful. Perhaps I needed to be sure about him. Whatever it was, it no longer mattered.

Because I had him now, and it was beyond my wildest expectations.

Our bodies moved together so fluidly, like we’d been having sex together for years. It was magnificent.

All of it.

The feel of his skin was warm beneath my fingertips, and the sound of his groans made me feel self-assured. I wasn’t the only one who was getting off on what was happening between us. This was affecting Wyatt just the same.

Wyatt picked up his pace, my breathing doing the same. He kissed my lips, my jaw, and down my throat. When he’d had his fill of that, or just wanted something new to experience, he planted his palms on either side of my body propped his torso up, and continued to power his hips forward, thrusting his cock inside, while he looked down at my body.

That look in his eyes, mixed with the sight of his physique, sent another spasm between my legs. And when he placed one hand possessively over my breast and squeezed it, that ache in my lower belly grew stronger.

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